I think its called loneliness
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I hate random irritating noises that I cannot stop. Or figure out.
Have I mentioned the bird before?
Oh goodness I hear it again. I shall. I don't care if I have before.
It produces a chirp. Well its like a chirp, except much lower and slower. So its not "chirp!'
but more of a "churrrp"
It repeats the "churrps" in a set rhythm. like "churrp churrp churrp churrp" for a random number of times which can range from just two to like 5 or 7.
The horrific thing about this is that I find its Churrp disturbingly annoying. It irritates the hell out of me. It bothers and bothers and bothers me and if it churrps just when I'm trying to sleep. I cannot. I simply cannot.
I remember lying on my bed one terrible night as it decided to churrp. It was like a soft hammer pounding on my skull. You know whenever you hear a sound for long enough you get used to it right? But the thing is the rhythmic chirping as I said earlier stops after 2-7 times. THERE IS NO SET PATTERN. How do I know? BECAUSE I LISTENED TO IT FOR 3 FREAKING HOURS. THREE.
So just before you get used to it, it stops. And just as you breathe a huge sigh of relief and prepare to go to sleep already and rest your tired mind IT FREAKING STARTS AGAIN.
I tell you if I ever find that bird I will shoot it with whatever. If I can acquire a bow and arrow I will shoot it with that. If it gets within range of my fists then so be it. I will crush it and beat it into a bloody pulp. I am quite sure that in the event that I do so I will be hailed as the hero of my condo or smth
I'll probably grow rich from donations. My condo is so full of overly rich foreigners.
Urgh. Just to give you an idea of the random repetitive nature of the bird. I shall be counting its "bursts" of churrps.
5 2 2 5 5 9 2 7 5 5 5 3 6 5 3 7 4 4 6 4 4 4 3 4 6 3 3 9 8 6 3 6 10 4 3 5 3 1 6.
OH I HATE THAT BIRD DAMMIT.
GOD, WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF THAT BIRD. I WILL SO LIKE TO ASK YOU IN HEAVEN.
If it even has a purpose, why on earth did it need to produce such an annoying sound.
I feel such rage. At the bird. Goodness, fly into my house and let me wrangle you already.
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